Forgotten traces that roam.
They are marks of a reincarnated past,
Transmuting in the mundane time
That seems not to supress stories.
Material rotating in the line of life,
Causing parallel destruction in the astral Cycles
To be born again.
What happened in an ancient world
Pa**es through its own blood.
Causing its reminiscence in the subconscious.
Where will these desolate minds go?
The will keeps spinning
And d**h is the affable friend in essence.
Because myths repeat again
And stories flow into the same center
Where they found d**h.
The light now causes misery,
Mother withers fair hearts.
The seeds of the soul transmigrate
And purify the conscience of the free man.
Now the stone returns to its natural state,
Where it once conceived a saciable fruit.
Idolatry will no longer be good news,
Because the Übermensch will break his chains
And the world will see an ideal age
And the mother will take us
In her arms again.